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Sitting in his lawnchair on the front porch, wool-muffled, stargazing,
sipping hot tea, he happened to spot the silent blur
of a panicstricken black dog dart across the pine-shadowed snow.
sipping hot tea, he happened to spot the silent blur
of a panicstricken black dog dart across the pine-shadowed snow.
posted by MB at 8:07 AM
2 Comments:
These are such cool rockin' bits. Teeny tiny stories, all replete with depth and scale.
I've seen the black blurs before. Did not know they were dogs!
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